What's Offline

[Chorus] Dropped 'Unique', it was too sick Dropped Bars 1, it was too sick Blackbox #1, it was too sick Blackbox #2, it was too sick No more candles, too sick Dropped times 2, it was too sick "Blackbox #3 was a bit dead" Don't chat shit, it was too sick Please don't act up, stack your facts up Fam you've lost your mind Reading & Bournemouth, gassed at the drop They've never seen drops like mine I had to switch up, all of these artists Who they've lost their time Cos them man there only know how to look good But don't care about What's Offline [Verse] I roll up to the rave with both hands looking like pistols And I might just cop me a brand new watch So both wrists looking like crystals Lookin' like ice or lookin' like wealth Don't watch me, bruv look at yourself I don't smoke weed no more, no green no more Because I had to look at my health And I've been writing bare new songs And my dreams looking realistic And I done bare shit that bare man hate But I know they're gonna feel this shit This shit's hard and man's too wavy Some man can't admit they rate me 'cause I don't do road & man's too cold So I know they lowkey play me Laughing aside, fam half of the time You can catch myself with a lager and lime I'll bar any guy, got stars in my eyes Man's too sick set parties alight Everythin' you do, I do larger Kick back, with a six pack of a lager I do what I look like And yeah man I'm too cold You're better than me nah Fam not Uno Better than me, nah fam you're crazy Better than me, nah fam you're dumb Better than me, nah don't be stupid Hush your gums and suck your mum Better than me, nah don't be stupid Better than me, nah cuz' you're dumb Better than me, nah don't be stupid Hush your gums and suck your mum [Chorus] Dropped Unique, it was too sick Dropped Bars 1, it was too sick Blackbox #1, it was too sick Blackbox #2, it was too sick No more candles, too sick Dropped times 2, it was too sick "Blackbox #3 was a bit dead" Don't chat shit, it was too sick Please don't act up, stack your facts up Fam you've lost your mind Reading & Bournemouth, gassed at the drop But they've never seen drops like mine I had to switch up, all of these artists Who they've lost their time Cos them man there only know how to look good But don't care about What's Offline [Verse] Nothing but white, just like Siberia But this white yute is spark inferior Eyes are looking like whips With a red outside and a dark interior You talk 'bout guns but nobody's fearing 'ya Compared to me you're inferior Over the edge I'm steering 'ya Detecting lies whenever I'm hearing ya And man's too knowledgeable Not through college or school, i'm topping em all These bars ain't common at all Man I'm making waves like a bomb in a pool Abominable is what you must look like Spent half my life on a pushbike I'm just tryna find myself One day bad boy, one day (uh) You are not on the same level as I Just paranoid feelings whenever I'm high And when I touch mic All these other MCs are gonna get fried Might just come with the Eminem vibe But nobody's lyrics are better than mine Don't chat shit, you're stepping online Get a crep to the face if you're stepping on mine And YouTube hates on Drill Got guns and keys in the vids But Michael Jackson's a legend And he was sleeping with kids But, I don't get it Jealous and upset, I won't get it Better than me, nah I won't bet it If man don't like me, I won't sweat it [Chorus] Dropped 'Unique', it was too sick Dropped Bars 1, it was too sick Blackbox #1, it was too sick Blackbox #2, it was too sick No more candles, too sick Dropped times 2, it was too sick "Blackbox #3 was a bit dead" Don't chat shit, it was too sick Please don't act up, stack your facts up Fam you've lost your mind Reading & Bournemouth, gassed at the drop They've never seen drops like mine I had to switch up, all of these artists Who they've lost their time Cos them man there only know how to look good But don't care about What's Offline